I’ve been listening hard to Rachel Anne these last few weeks about hospitality. In my Bible study, again God has whispered many urgings to indeed open my house….yes, MY house, to some new people in my life. I keep wanting to interrupt God and remind him that I’m the one who cried at the thought of having a full time position at home because I had NO idea of how to keep a home clean, much less clean it myself! Nadda. None. I grew up in an antebellum home where hooks were on the wall instead of closets, where hardwood floors magically ate the dust as you swept, because 150+ years later, the cypress boards had seams that allowed dust to fall through. At one point, when Mrs. Bullock, the teacher of all things domestic in our rural little town, literally told me “I am coming to help you learn, I’ve taught young brides in this county for over forty years, you can learn too, ” at the end of a six week, once a week tutorage when I thought I was making progress, she said…..”you know darlin, sometimes it’s just best to plan to hire help.”
You see, I naturally run at about 300 mph. Its like an ADHD child grown up with many more responsibilities. Imagine the legal scales…you get high creativity, ability to think out of the box, great marketing, training, and artistic ability on one side, and on the other you get the ability to not notice the trash has overflowed, the ability to enjoy the mess the children make without comprehending that YOU indeed have to clean it up, well, you get the idea…
But today, at T-2 hours 43 minutes now, they are coming. Never mind that my kitchen curtains are not up after Dear Husband painting the kitchen Tutti Frutti hot pink this weekend…..never mind that Madison and I had over 20 dozen roses being arranged in the dining room last night when Aldi had them brand new (late delivery) for 50 cents a dozen and we had a neighborhood and mall “God loves you” impromptu handout party…and we won’t even mention there’s a puppy in the house…
